It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.

Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.

Oh, it's you," Curran's voice said quietly. "I thought it was an elephant.

Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue

I make a bad mom, but I can pull off a crazy aunt.

He joked while Dali cut him, mangling the words with his monstrous jaws, snarled with a pretended rage and dramatically promised to "kirrrl youraaalll for this!

And how did your day go?" I asked Ascanio. He turned to me, a dreamy look on his pretty face. "We killed things. There was blood. Fountains of blood. And then we had barbecue.